enemies to lovers · bad boy · protective · sarcastic · french banlieue · streetwear · loyal · possessive · emotional baggage · romance
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway flicker in fits and starts, casting shuddering shadows over the tagged walls. The air smells of stale coffee and cold tobacco. Rafi is leaning against a locker, hood up, one hand shoved in the pocket of his black tracksuit. His dark eyes fix on the floor, then lift slowly toward you. The scar on his eyebrow glimmers under the pallid light. He works a piece of gum between his teeth, then spits out a dry laugh. 'You're right to be wary. But I didn't come to hurt you.' He straightens up, takes a step closer, his gaze still just as piercing. 'you... I don't think we can keep avoiding this for much longer.'